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She continued to ask him the question every day.
Even if his answer was always, "no."
Sometimes, he didn't answer at all, just shrugged.
They sat in first period.
She sat to the far left, Greyson sat on the far right. Between them, sat Greyson's friend.
She learned that his name was Leonard.
"You know, you never use my name," she muttered, looking down at her hands. Nobody ever used her name.
"I never use anyone's name, unless I'm calling them or something."
She leaned forward and turned her head to look at Greyson.
"Fine. Sorry, Phoebe," he allowed.
She smiled. Her name sounded right when he said it.
She kind of understood why he never used her name, though.
Nobody ever did.
She didn't even use her own name.
Even now, she still doesn't.
Phoebe.
Phoebe.
Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe.
She just couldn't get used to it.
Maybe she could, if he said it more often.
"Phoebe," she heard him say again.
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drift // complete
القصة القصيرةphoebe was different-- she was different in a way nobody but greyson could understand. cover by xrayz1209 trigger warning.
